Some people don't like me
because I act like a kid...
They pay me well
To whisk them away...
Trust,
A word with a definition lost...
Proof of the pudding,
In the roots of the living...
He runs
He has stolen grain from the village...
Never ending circles of lies, deceit
taking our hard earned money...
If it is good or bad
depends on...
In the morning we don our masks
during the day they can...
There are teardrops leaving stains in your pillow.
As you fight to keep alive something you never...
Sometimes I close my eyes.
not because I want to...
People see,
People hear...
And so I ran out into the battlefield
Armed with pretence...